David Botti
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Mar 21, 2008 12:38 PM
Earlier this week I posted excerpts from I journal
I kept while serving in Iraq. During this fifth anniversary week of the
war, I wanted to give readers a sense of what it was like preparing to
deploy. Today I'm posting a few more entries from the journal. They all
take place while I was at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, waiting to see
if/when we'd get the call to deploy.
March 23, 2003
A
Sunday afternoon on the barracks' catwalk. Day four of the war. Nothing
much else to do but bullsh*t and watch TV. There are an estimated 50
Marine casualties at this point. Mom said she watched a firefight on TV
this morning. Some U.S. forces are less than 100 miles from Baghdad.
Other than that don't know what else to say...just waiting. A lot of us
think that we'll end up going no where, just end up staying stateside.
I don't believe that, I just hope we don't go somewhere for some bull*t
mission. If we do something good I know I'll feel as though I've
accomplished something worthwhile in my 23 years.
Things just
get more surreal by the hour. First, we watched more footage of the
front lines where Marines were fighting. These guys are just like us,
it's so obvious but I just can't get my head around it. At one point
the reporter mentioned he was with the 2nd Battalion 8th Marines--and
we're staying in their barracks right now. It's getting more
frustrating to see Marines dying and not being able to help them. Sgt.
D- speculates that our leave date for Iraq might come sooner. He also
says when we get there we'll probably wish for these long nights back
in the U.S. Funny, because he's never talked like that before.
March 24, 2003
Not
much to say except that today I realized I could actually die. I mean I
see vivid pictures of such things, and I see how easily this can happen
in war. It may seem like an obvious statement. I thought about these
kinds of things the moment I enlisted. But never in those early,
innocent, "good ol' days" when I rushed through weekend training to get
back to school and finish my homework, did I ever think I'd be in a
war. Then, once this became apparent, it has taken until now to really
understand what war actually means...I mean, really means. It doesn't
seem like me, David Botti, could be shot to death on a road in
Iraq...but, it can so easily happen. So easy to become a name on the
wall, and a cross in Arlington Nation Cemetery where thousands like me
may have thought the same things. But I shouldn't think about such
morbid things. The war is getting bloodier...especially for the
Marines. Today I saw an Army convoy come under attack on TV.
March 25, 2003
Things
have changed infinitely in a matter of a few hours. We learned today
that we would be leaving for Kuwait by the weekend. Things kicked into
high gear. The mood seems somber, uncertain, worried. Things are so
real and so clear that it seems everyday the fog lifts revealing how
things will really be. I could see it in the major's face as he told us
we were going. Here are people's thoughts: H- is having trouble
sleeping; B- is worried that he'll kill someone and go to hell; S-
wishes he picked up a slutty girl last weekend; A- doesn't feel like
talking to his parents (he also thinks he only has a 20 percent chance
of coming home not wounded or dead); C- wants to go but is scared at
the same time; N- is nervous. All I can really do is concentrate on the
future, and put all this into perspective when I come back home.
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